Chapter 230 - Everybody has his own Purpose (1/2)

Dressed in Taoist rope, the appearance as pretty as a young woman with a plump face, this could not be anybody other than young master An.

“Miss Lin!” An greets Lin Luoran, regardless of the different looks of all the people.

It seems like An came closely after Xin Yuanping. With too much unknown to her, although things are happening too fast to catch up with her train of thought, Lin Luoran has the instinct that a clue is connecting the ambiguity together.

“Now that young master An is here, and he represents master Huizhu, of course we need to share some treasures with him.” She solely wants the Soul Wood and doesn’t mind how much she gets. It looks like she is proposing casually, yet she is keeping an eye on the expressions of both Xin Yuanping and An.

“Miss Lin must be joking. I’m here on behalf of the superior of the Qingcheng Taoist Temple to look for a missing old piece. Please excuse me for bothering you and Miss Xin.”

An appears to be very calm and takes his share for granted.

The look on Xin Yuanping’s face is not so good. Although she seems to be smiling, the smile is not from the bottom of her heart.

Huizhu did make too much out of this matter. He sends a student who has not even reached the later stage of Training Qi yet still wants a share. Even if he is a cultivator of the later stage of Laying Foundation, he takes Lin Luoran and Xin Yuanping too lightly — even though Lin Luoran doesn’t mind, Xin Yuanping, as the most unreasonable demonized cultivator, had the courage to attack Qingcheng Taoist Temple, which means An is potentially at high risk.

Somebody wants to take her place to be the center of animosity. Lin Luoran would like to see that happen.

“Miss Xin, shall we begin now?”

This marks a very weird combination: a mortal, a Taoist, a demonized cultivator and a female cultivator in the level of Laying Foundation. A wave of nervousness flushes through Lin Luoran. She doesn’t know what might happen in the palace, yet her wish is to find the Soul Wood as soon as possible before something bad happens.

“Let’s get started.” Xin Yuanping says out of her own secret interest. She finds the calmness of An and his high profile intolerable. Then, she throws the stamp in the air.

The stamp stops in the air three feet from the golden gate. Lin Luoran tells Rong Donglin to stay behind her while infusing pure water Wakan into the stamp.

The stamp is like starving, displaced person while the Wakan is like the delicious gourmet. Unprepared, Lin Luoran’s Wakan is almost all s.n.a.t.c.hed by it.

Fortunately, the water nebula has already formed, transforming water Reiki into Wakan in an instant. Also, the bottom of the Dongting Lake was once the territory of the king of the Shui nationality. Therefore, even the half-deserted palace is filled with water Reiki to be consumed by the stamp.

It sparks blue light, and the adequate water Reiki almost makes the surrounding Wakan become ripples.

The blue light goes on and off — Lin Luoran’s strength is running out.

Watching the insatiable little thing, Lin Luoran is relieved. She worried about the reason why Xin Yuanping wanted to cooperate with her in the first place. But there are only a few cultivators in the State of Huaxia who reached the level of Laying Foundation. Except her, she could not think of other people who can have such great amount of water Wakan.

Determined, she puts the water Wakan into the stamp and then feels powerless. The little stamp seems to have perceived that and automatically stops absorbing.

Suddenly, Xin Yuanping gets hold of Elly who has been standing quietly, and cuts her wrist to suck out some blood. A great deal of blood is purified into three pure blood drops by a spell and put into the stamp.

She lets go of Elly whose face became pale because of loss of blood. Then she stares at the stamp. Here comes the moment of success.

After absorbing water Wakan and drinking human blood, it loses its s.h.i.+ne. Yet the blue light surges after its three rounds of wary flying. The howling of dragon comes, resounding through the outer palace miles away —are there still dragons in this palace?

Smile crawls on Xin Yuanping’s face. She throws a “jelly” to Elly who can barely stand. She finally becomes lively again after eating the “jelly”.

A shadow is formed in the center of the blue light. Not only ordinary people like Rong Donglin, Li Anping and Elly, but also Lin Luoran, who has seen fire phoenix, silver fish in the s.p.a.ce and keeps a golden hawk and a silver fox in her house, is lost at this scene.

As the totem the State of Huaxia has been wors.h.i.+ping for thousands of years, dragon holds special meaning for the Huaxia people.

They have been calling themselves the descendants of the dragon.

The people on the boats on the Dongting Lake who are rus.h.i.+ng to fish before fis.h.i.+ng prohibition period find the surface windy with all kinds of fish jumping out. The fish gather together and head to somewhere deep in Dongting Lake.

The fish is only the uncultivated creature in the bloodline of the Shui nationality, yet they sense the presence of the king.

This is the power hidden in blood to pa.s.s on from generation to generation which makes all kinds of fish rus.h.i.+ng towards the Dragon Palace —they’re going on a pilgrimage!

Not just the people in the palace, the howl of the dragon even makes the fire phoenix which is digesting the Strange Fire in the s.p.a.ce peep out from the log cabin in Lin’s s.p.a.ce. Its eyes contain reminiscence while looking in the direction of the stamp through the heavy mist.

A dragon is gradually formed in the blue light. Its horns are majestic, its scales s.h.i.+ning, its paws sharp, glistening.